Shower scene

Daisy loves rides in the Mini, and last weekend she had the chance for a glorious trip. But first, we wanted to make sure that we weren't sharing that very small space with an, um, shall we say, somewhat malodorous large dog?

Not that Daisy doesn't groom herself well. She doesn't groom herself hardly at all. That's a cat thing. She does generally stay fairly clean, except for the fine coat of dust that builds up over time as the result of diving into iceplant or stiff bushes in an effort to wipe the Halti off her face. And then we must acknowledge the sand and the burrs that collect in her skirt, despite a good rinse every day after our morning walk.

So it was time for a bath. Or truthfully, failing a large enough bath tub, we settled for a shower. Fortunately for me, this is usually Tom's job, and he accepts it gracefully.

He started with a good rinse.
Then a rub down.








Daisy shakes it off.

Rest.









Second spin.
Another rinse.
This calls for a more serious shake.










Shall we try that again?
This is Daisy's favorite part.










Yes, makes it all worthwhile.
Finally, an hour later, we're done.